Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.